I met the dead in shadowed lanes
Who seeing me, alive and well,
Proclaimed their shock
That I was there among
The shades that lived in Hell.
I said at once, "This cannot be!"
Yet, puzzled by my presence there
Where past and present overlapped
Disturbing truths confronted me.
I asked dear friends whom I saw there,
How I crossed beyond their fence
Between that world that we perceive
And the one I only sense.
They told me that the Truth
Was naught, but molded clay
Made from my thoughts;
Other truths might also be
If seen by men who were not me.
Is the cat alive or dead
Or is it simply in my head?
Can it be that all I know
Is merely that which I can show?
Below the surface there exists
Other worlds of particles
Where trees and grass
From ancient parks
Are merely different types of quarks
From which we could, if we but knew,
Build a world that’s somehow new.
So what if Truth is but a lie,
With little value to it all
Except for that we keep inside.
Does that mean we shouldn’t try?
Along G‑d’s vast continuum
Where past and future merge to one
Reality might still deceive;
But what’s the choice for you and me?
Worlds whirl on in parallel
Not touching ‘til their days are done.
Yet through a broad curved manifold
The dead and living meet as one.
As long as we are still alive
Seeking answers where they lie,
Probing through our universe,
We’ll find a future we deserve.
- Finding the Light of G‑d, pages 146-147